Sister Renee, the jack of all tradesDon't put that hatchet in my back, in my backWatch myself fade on the bed that was madeNot by Nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you

Your uniform fits the charm and the witLife on the top floor by my side, by my sideI'm down in a pit with nowhere to sitWith a wrought iron door that separates us, separates

You gave me some poppyseed and we lay here for hoursHeal these blisters sacred sisterI will miss her soHeal these blisters sacred sisterI will miss her so

Sister Renee, you've got it madeMoving to a place that is warm, oh so warmWhat can I say, I want you to stayI'll touch your face with my fingers and my thumbs

You gave me some poppyseed and we lay here for hoursHeal these blisters sacred sisterI will miss her soHeal these blisters sacred sisterI will miss her soI will miss her soI will miss her soI will miss her so